Pieces of the Puzzle

Yogi asked me to put my post abt this at the same time he did! Some complicated scheme. I have no patience for his lazy highness. So here it is-

When I first started blogging, I never wanted to meet any fellow blogger. Writing nonsense under the cloak of anonymity suited me just fine. But as I quickly got engulfed into the addictive world of blogging, most of my set rules just went flying out of the window. I encountered some people who just ‘clicked’ instantly. I wondered a lot about them, what kind of lives they lead, how they look and mostly how great it would be if I could actually meet them.

Yogi was one such guy. Agreed weird people fascinate me. After exchanging a few emails, he promptly sent me his photo and set up a meeting. Yeah girls, it’s the same one he sent you all. Guess he was scared of dealing with my reaction in person.

Just by reading his posts, I knew we would hit it off if we ever met. So I was pretty excited and looking forward to this encounter.

Meeting was scheduled for Sunday lunch.

Saturday night we (hubby and I) had a party downtown in our friend’s house. I wanted to get back home early (around midnight) and get some rest. I had told my friends about this ‘bachpan ka yaar’ I had to meet (since nobody knows I blog). I even had a wild story about how I knew Yogi in case anyone tried to interrogate. Some thing about how we met at this Himalayan expedition when he saved me from a Yeti. The sad part is no one wanted to know. But as Murphy’s law goes, we ended up crashing at this friend’s place for the night. I didn’t sleep the whole night. I kept waking people up one by one and regaling them with some rubbish. I don’t think anyone heard or cared about what I had to say.

I was pretty dazed, zoned out, sleep deprived by Sunday morning. I was hoping Yogi doesn’t mistake it for anxiety about the meeting.

So Mr.Yogustus comes home with flowers and truffles ...how very sweet! He looks like his photo.. even wears the same sweater. The ‘bachpan ka yaar’ story seemed quite genuine at this point. We didn’t feel like strangers. Lot of bantering and kidding. Hubby gets along with him too. That’s always a good sign.

We go out to eat at a Mediterranean restaurant nearby, next best to my idlies. Idlies??! What was he thinking? I was hoping he’d get some parathas/pakodas from his maasi’s place for us.

Anyways, 3 hours went by pretty quick. He had to rush to meet this other babe (rather thrust himself on her).. Trust our Yogi baba to lead such an active ishtyle.